Still from Lost Channels by Great Lake Swimmers

I’m still tuning myself to the great key
I’m still, I’m still
I’m still mining for light in the dark wells
I’m still, I’m still
I’m still a frequency swaying, a leaf in the wind
I’m still, I’m still
I’m still searching for whispers in between yells
I’m still, I’m still

I’m still swimming in harmony
I’m still dreaming of flight
I’m still lost in the waves night after night

I’m still an arrow un-shot, fixed in a bow
I’m still, I’m still
I’m still a fire un-lit, ready to go
I’m still, I’m still

I’m still loaded and waiting
With anticipation to fly
I’m still studying the patterns in the night sky

I’m still a note that’s un-played, ink on a page
I’m still, I’m still
I’m still a cry in the night, lonesome and high
I’m still, I’m still

I’m still tuned to an instrument
Of greater and unknown design
I’m still looking for direction, some kind of sign

I’m still tuning myself to the great key
I’m still, I’m still

• Acoustic
• Folk
• folk rock
• indie folk
• singer-songwriter
• Toronto